8/10/96

There is no food in this house! Unless one counts various boxes of takeout, but I shall put an end to this, I shall be the brave one and buy actual food! Everyone is going to have to do a lot of apologizing for making me go out at eight in the morning when decent people sleep to get food. Yes, a lot of groveling will be done, followed by lots and lots of compliments.

(Later)

I came in after my shopping expedition, it took two hours! What I saw upon my return made me drop one of my bags. Unfortunately it was the one holding the eggs and I had wanted some for breakfast. I saw Fred and Angelina snogging on the couch. Those two looked attached and didn't even look at me when the bag dropped. My eyes! They still aren't clean from witnessing that. I quickly put my bags on the table and hurried to the bathroom to wash out my eyes. Lady luck wasn't with me seeing as I turned one door too soon into my room. There I saw George and Alicia. They were on a bed, not mine thankfully, and very wrapped up in each other. They were still clothed, thankfully, but I saw what was going to happen.

I did what any person would do, I screamed bloody murder and made another dash for the bathroom and hoped I wouldn't run into a room seeing Oliver snogging someone. Oliver, Fred, George, Angelina and Alicia all ran to see what happened.

"What's wrong?" Alicia asked.

"My eyes! My poor eyes!" I cried. I ran for the bathroom and was followed by everyone. I started to wash out my eyes.

"What happened?" Fred asked.

"I saw, I saw…" I started, too horified to shape the words. I pointed at the guilty parties.

"I don't blame you," Oliver assured me. "I got the nasty shock of seeing them earlier. Don't try using soap to wash out the image, it doesn't work." I looked at him and noticed his eyes were red.

"Is that all?" George asked.

"When did this start?" I questioned them.

"When we went out to the bar," Alica said nonchalantly.

"I am very glad I didn't go," I told them. "Really you people!"

"I'm hungry," complained George.

"Me too!" Fred whined.

"I went out to get food," I told them smugly.

"All hail Kay Tie! Goddess of this flat, the bringer of food!" George said.

"Yes, I expect a lot of groveling from all of you, especially Angelina and Fred, you made me drop the eyes!" I scolded them.

"What are we all still doing in the bathroom?" Oliver asked. It was very hard for six fully-grown adults to fit into the tiny bathroom and none of us has stepped out into the hall. Everyone just shrugged and filed out into the hall.

"Did you really use soap?" I asked Oliver. He nodded.

"It was just too horrible," he replied. I chuckled. We all followed Fred and George to the kitchen and wondered who was going to cook.

That was a rather disturbing way to find out your friends are dating. The only more disturbing thing I have ever seen in my life is Percy Weasley and Penelope Clearwater going at it when I was in fifth year. Now that image will haunt me forever. Not that I'm going to mention it, Fred and George aren't on the best terms with their brother.

Not that I blame them, never like Percy too much anyway, kept taking points of Griffindor because I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can't help it if I retaliated to having pudding thrown in my face. And the whole turning the suits of armor's heads to the side, I didn't do it! I was framed. Ok, maybe I did one, but I didn't do all of them.

And the whole turning the frames around thing, wasn't me. Maybe it was my idea, but I didn't do it. Provided a distraction maybe to any prefects and such, but carrying it out? No!

I can't wait for the Puddlemere tryouts, hope I make the team or else I'm going to have to get a real job.